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Nothing about my life is my own. When I go to bed.  What time I wake up.  When I eat. What I eat.  When I shower.  What I wear.  When I am allowed into the yard and how long I am allowed to linger. I choose nothing, control nothing, have nothing. Except for thirty seconds each day.  During that...
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I strive to take no thing for granted.  No matter how mundane, how seemingly routine, how trivial. I woke up this morning. I knew where I was. I was glad to be there. My heart did not race, my mind did not scramble to remember where I had been, what I had done, the day before. The days before. The...
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